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I started a new job yesterday. It's a big adjustment doing accounts work again after years in teaching/research, bit tired, bit run down.
In her feathery wisdom, Amy Winehouse decided it was a good time to try and lay an egg.
In her feathery wisdom, Amy Winehouse decided it was a good time to try and lay an egg.
Unfortunately she is:
A. Mostly post-henopausal, she doesn't really *do* eggs these days, and
B. Recovering from surgery so not eating as much as usually and she tires fast.
So with 10 mins until I had to leave for the office, I found Amy collapsed on the coop floor, exhausted.
A. Mostly post-henopausal, she doesn't really *do* eggs these days, and
B. Recovering from surgery so not eating as much as usually and she tires fast.
So with 10 mins until I had to leave for the office, I found Amy collapsed on the coop floor, exhausted.
She's done this before, so I sort of shoved a sad chicken at my still-pyjama-clad husband, cycled to work as fast as I could (arrived on time!).
I then also worked late, had to pick up prescriptions etc so didn't get home until 7:15.
Which is when I found the scene that follows:
I then also worked late, had to pick up prescriptions etc so didn't get home until 7:15.
Which is when I found the scene that follows:
What. The. Fuck.
So she did lay the egg, but then also broke it, probably ate the yolk, then rolled around in the white and went APESHIT when I tried to clean her off. She also shit in a 2ft blast zone radius for good measure because WHY NOT
You might think that her expression looks 'sad' or 'sorry for herself' but please don't be fooled, it's 'rage and defiance' with a side of 'unrepentant pride in her handiwork'.
So anyway. That's how my week is going.
So anyway. That's how my week is going.
